Chapter 36: Xu Zhen's Killing Heart Throwing the Tombstone
"court death!"
When Lei Hao saw the three bullet casings on the ground, his eyes immediately turned cold.
With a sudden lunge, he came to the middle-aged man and grabbed his neck!
"Well......"
Liao Lin was choked to the point of being unable to speak, his face was red, his feet were kicking, and his pistol fell to the ground.
Click!
Lei Hao waved his hand and one of the middle-aged man's arms was directly broken.
"Ah~~~~"
The middle-aged man screamed, his eyes showing fear.
"Bai Yong!!"
After a while, Lei Hao sneered.
This gunman was sent by Bai Yong, the boss of Tianxin Company.
Tianxin Company is the company that asked Qin Maojiao to make a bet with Wang Chao.
...
At the same time.
"Brother, are you busy now?"
Chen Bin was sitting in a luxury car, holding a small phone in his hand.
"What's wrong, are you having fun over there?"
A gentle and magnetic male voice came from the opposite side.
"Brother, of course I had fun, but that's not what I'm talking about. Today, I found a good seedling worth cultivating!" Chen Bin answered the phone with one hand and fiddled with the little squirrel pendant on the keychain with the other.
"About eighteen or nineteen years old. He practices kung fu all over the body. He may be stronger than you!"
Chen Bin continued, "I'm thinking that if he can become your disciple, he will definitely be the ace thug of our Chen family in the future!"
"Stronger than me and still so young? This actually piqued my interest!"
On the other end of the phone, Chen Aiyang showed a look of surprise and continued, "Sister, are you so confident that he will worship me as his teacher? Also, I have to see this to believe it!"
"It's true! He has all the martial arts, but no moves!" Chen Bin said enthusiastically. "If you teach him Tai Chi, you can definitely recruit him into my Chen family!"
"Okay, I have some things to do here. You need to get to know that person first, and I'll come over later."
...
In Guangz City, near the Pearl River, in the center of the hall of a luxurious private villa, there is a frozen coffin. Lying in the coffin is the dead Qin Maojiao.
Outside the hall stood a large row of men in black suits with solemn expressions.
In the hall, a man with gold-rimmed glasses, white hair, about 1.8 meters tall and extraordinary bearing was looking at the person in the coffin sadly.
This person is none other than Xu Zhen, one of the Three Tigers of Guangdong, a master of through-arms, nicknamed the "Small Arm Saint".
Xu Zhen was followed by several young people, both men and women, who were obviously his disciples.
The expressions on the faces of these men and women clearly showed sadness and anger, but they did not speak and kept the scene quiet.
Qin Maojiao is the most talented of all Xu Zhen's disciples. He is only twenty-five or six years old. He has mastered the power of boxing and reached the peak of Ming Jin.
Moreover, Qin Maojiao was also very hard-working. In order to train the white ape's back-to-back movement to the point where he could "exert his body easily", he spent a year observing monkeys. Although he still failed to master it, he had already reached the point where he was only separated by a window of paper.
At this point, as long as he practices, gets rid of his arrogance, and becomes calmer and calmer, he will definitely be able to reach the level of An Jin and become a boxing master.
People who practice martial arts pay great attention to successors. Especially famous boxers attach great importance to the successors of their own mantle.
There is a very important reason for this.
That is, when you get old and your physical strength deteriorates and your hands and feet become inflexible, if you encounter a challenge from a master, you can ask your apprentice to do it for you.
If you don't have an outstanding disciple, if you encounter such a situation, your reputation will be in vain.
People who practice martial arts, especially famous people, no matter how famous you were before, if you fail in a martial arts competition once, you will be unable to hold your head up for the rest of your life, which is more uncomfortable than death.
In the martial arts world, there have been many such examples since ancient times. This is why martial artists are very cautious about fighting.
For famous martial artists, fame is even more important than their own lives.
Teaching an outstanding disciple is to protect your reputation when you grow old.
Moreover, outstanding disciples are all taught by their masters who work hand in hand day and night. Some have a deeper relationship than father and son. A dead disciple is like a dead son.
Xu Zhen was originally in Hong Kong negotiating a very important business deal, but as soon as he heard the news, he rushed back.
He felt very sad, sad, regretful, shocked and angry.
"Master, please forgive me, you have been standing for two hours!"
Next to Xu Zhen, a young man in his twenties said with concern!
Xu Zhen seemed to have not heard it. After a long time, he said bitterly.
"No matter who you are! If you dare to kill my Xu Zhen's disciple, even if you escape to the ends of the world, I will kill you with my fists!" Xu Zhen's eyes revealed a sinister light, and his fists clenched loudly.
...
In a luxurious office, a middle-aged man was lying on a leather sofa, massaging his temples.
Outside the door, suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps.
The door was pushed open, and two men appeared in Bai Yong's sight.
"You...you!"
Seeing Lei Hao appear, Bai Yong stood up instantly like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on.
"Go ahead."
After Lei Hao finished speaking, he slapped Liao Lin's forehead with his palm. His forehead collapsed, like a Qin Mao dragon, and he instantly fell to the ground and died.
"Hiss~~"
Seeing this scene, Bai Yong took a deep breath, his feet softened, and he fell down by the door. "Big... Big brother, don't kill me! There is... something to say! It's easy to say!"
"
"You sent someone to kill me and you still want to have something to say?"
Lei Hao's eyes turned cold and he kicked Bai Yong hard several times.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host, you kicked Bai Yong in the waist, triggered the plundering effect, and plundered his Big Tablet-Smashing Hand Codex!" Suddenly, a system prompt sounded.
Lei Hao was stunned.
The manuscript on Bai Yong's body, the one who smashed the monument?
Lei Hao's mind moved and he took out this manuscript from the inventory.
The surface is light yellow and the corners of the paper are slightly rolled.